(no subject)
it builds up inside me. a visible tangible mound of my own weakness... heaving, expanding, clawing its way out. and i can't help but think that if i just let this demon out once more that it will finally leave me, if i let it escape it will soar into the clouds like a songbird released from its cage.
but it never leaves, it preys upon me as i prey upon myself. a parasite of my own creation, i take hold of it again and again. and each time i tell myself it will be my last, and i release this vile incarnation of all the evils i possess. but they feed on me, they devour my throat and my teeth and my stomach walls. and all this time that i am telling myself that i am involved in an excorcism and that by forcing the evil out once more i am cleansing my body and my soul, i know that it won't be long until i am hungry again.
but it never leaves, it preys upon me as i prey upon myself. a parasite of my own creation, i take hold of it again and again. and each time i tell myself it will be my last, and i release this vile incarnation of all the evils i possess. but they feed on me, they devour my throat and my teeth and my stomach walls. and all this time that i am telling myself that i am involved in an excorcism and that by forcing the evil out once more i am cleansing my body and my soul, i know that it won't be long until i am hungry again.